Isolation

I reach for glorious days yet to be discovered. I am all or nothing in a world so frigidly shallow, terrified of being something less. Isolation, a voyage into madness with every breath drawn, going off the deep end is just a formality. Days turn into months, months turn into years, and time becomes a painfully slow death sentence that stands still for no one, expansive unbalanced and abstruse. Judgment narrows. Decisiveness blinded by precious seconds lost. Who am I? And what has become of me? I reach for time as it

has clearly forsaken me.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

love the artwork. We all wonder at times who we are and what we want. Brilliant work here.

[Dana Kathryn]

BTW Love the pic that gos with this!!!

[Dana Kathryn]

Hello Dream,i can def relate!..I have a piece that is similar... it is called..Has Time Failed Me} Anyway this was a wonderful write! i will be reading more of your work... :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Welcome back ! This poem has a sense of sadness and yearning for someting that is out of reach! Excellent poem!

[Cherrie Palmer]

..I reach for time as it has clearly forsaken me...I love that line, it is sorrowful and evokes a strong image

[Liza]

i've missed reading you; thank you for becoming visible on the page again, the intensity of silence and tension of not being seen by others certainly can get to me if i sit too long in my self...sorrow.